Diary Of A Busker Day 498 Tuesday January 21st 2014 Winchester (Opposite Vodafone, Time: 2:30-3:30pm). A very cold day – at least I’m only going for an hour or so…so, I can take it!…I think. I’m not helped much, though, by some little girl, who, during the first song, shouts ‘What are you doing?!’, as she walks by with her… Read more →
Month: October 2015
Diary Of A Busker Day 497
Diary Of A Busker Day 497 Sunday January 19th 2014 Winchester (The Butter Cross, Time: 1:32-3:32pm). Wow! – a session right bang in front of the famous Butter Cross! I haven’t been here in months, I’m sure. All I can say is I must have been in a(n unusually) confident frame of mind…which unfortunately morphs into awful self-consciousness as soon… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 496
Diary Of A Busker Day 496 Saturday January 18th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Pavillion, Time: 12:45-2:15pm, 2. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 3:05-4:35pm). There’s the bloke who’s replaced young Sam – who I haven’t seen in ages – at The Butter Cross, banging out Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door…Bangin’ On Heaven’s Door, more like! And there are some other young buskers all the… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 495
Diary Of A Busker Day 495 Friday January 17th 2014 Winchester (1. Opposite Vodafone, Time: 1:40-1:58pm, 2. Opposite Bellis, Time: 2:03-3:05pm). The order of the day – and of the last few – is: a lot of rain, coming down suddenly and often quite ferociously, then stopping suddenly, then a dry bit for a few minutes, then rain again, and… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 494
Diary Of A Busker Day 494 Tuesday January 14th 2014 Winchester (Opposite Oxfam, Time: 3:27-4:12pm). A depressing 45 minutes in which the total earnings came to less than half the usual hourly rate. The high point was seeing Delia, who I haven’t seen for awhile. Of course, she ignored my usual protestations and pressed the pound (alliteration!) into my palm… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day 493
Diary Of A Busker Day 493 Monday January 13th 2014 Winchester (Opposite Vodafone, Time: 1:42-2:48pm). Two songs in, during La Vie En Rose, the doc alights from the jewellers. He’s the one who told me to ‘ease off a bit’ a few days ago – ha! A woman, mid-sixties: another regular-whose-name-I-don’t-know, asks me if I’m alright and – ‘You look… Read more →